The Essence Of Who I Am

Like the stars we live in darkness, yet have our own fire to light the darkness up.

I think so many things are misunderstood in this world. The blaming before the truth. The power before the trust and the conviction before the pain. It’s all wrong, everything is. And its sad i seem to be the only one who notices.

Maybe it’s just because I speak with the stars. Or maybe it’s because I listen back.

They all live in the night. Darkness doesn’t have to be bad. The world has turned all good into evil. The stars never did a thing wrong, yet they die.

Just because we live in darkness doesn’t mean we are.

M.A.A

–Excerpt from Color On Me–